The West Wind of which they Speak (1863)

Oh! but to live the life I once knew,

Before time lingered on.

In the back of my mind,

I felt within me, Life,

slowly as it was leaving me.


Now I stand, motionless-

In commotion, I pray to thee,

This west wind of which they speak,

Blowing winds and consuming me;

I am but those amber ashes,

Pleading to thee.


Everlasting, everpresent -

For so long, how I ignored thee.

I felt I was the stronger,

Till Power was mine no longer.


Now I try, to close my eyes...

For I may see or feel thee.

Your river flowing, provoking;

As thy wind upon me blowing.

No longer dead my Will be -

Rekindle the fire of my fancy.

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